Very important to me that Simon essentially comes from an alien culture from grace’s pov.
I imagine the way you express gratitude or well wishes in Eden has to do with the tree also, a more formal expression might be ‘May thy body rot and nourish the soil and join the creator in eternity,” but in casual speech it gets shortened and sounds. very unsettling. To those not in the know.
I also think Simon isn’t technically speaking English, it would sorta be like a modern person trying to talk to someone speaking in Elizabethan English-like you can kinda understand it, but you gotta really focus.
I haven't seen Iron Lung yet (too cowardly to see it in a theature, I need to be somewhere safe to watch it, haven't seen it on streaming yet)
But I'm familar with the bloodymary concept and like it, I obviously haven't checked out fics yet and don't know enough about his setting to know if he even can go into actual space or not, but
The idea that came to be the other day, about how a bloodymary story might start, is Simon's POV, floating through space, knowing he's going to die but at least he got away from whatever it was, and is finishing his supply, only to get his tiny craft, essentially taken, by this big scary other ship. It makes a tunnel to his exit hatch, he steps out in a pressur suit and on the other side of it are all these creepy rock spiders that chirp and tap at him
Because this is after Grace has come to Erid, so these Eridians *know* what humans look like and need, but they don't have equipment to talk to him, so it's a slower version of what played out in PHM with no actual communication where they give him more oxygen to make it back to Erid as they essentially abduct him, but it takes him a long time to realize they did, they cannot synthisize new food but make it while he's malnurished but living
Then he just wakes up, and he can TELL the gravity isn't artifical. Since he last fell asleep, he must have been taken onto a planet or moon. As he turns to face his door, there's a gentle rapping, and the sweetest voice he has ever heard in his life is on the other end saying something like
"H-hello? sorry, I don't know if you speak english or not, I haven't talked to a human in almost... over? In about a decade... hi, you're safe. May I come in?"
IDK how well this works with the Iron Lung canon (I presume it ends bad so any blodymary has to be at some level an AU) But are they like this? Is this anything?
Hiiii! My name is Charly/Charlydacat
I’d be so so so happy if some people wanted to draw my persona!
Lore:
Male, blue skin, black hair over an eye, thick eyebrows, hook nose, ram horns and ears, 80% HUMANIOD 20% GOAT/SHEEP, one eye ripped out, scary looking
So I actually love genderbends from a design point. I think it's super fun to explore what might change if you shift a character's perspective so dramatically. BUT I think a lot of them are a little lackluster for my taste, so... I made my own!
※ this isn't a full list, obviously! just some that ive found while using picrew.
Please note: Many of these makers sadly have very limited skintone options, and inclusivity options in general. Unfortunately, picrew makers do not always have sufficient representation.
I will warn when they have no skintone options at all (or barely noticeable ones), but luckily it's usually the first option you pick, so you know if it won't be of use to you.
I plan to add more adequate warnings when I have the time, but as a singular mod (and with 50+ makers currently listed), I apologise that it is currently lacking.
If you use any of these makers, be sure to read their individual rules and always credit / link back to the maker!
"Hold Me Close"
"女の子に負けたい男メーカー" | ※ contains suggestive themes, M/F* only
"元気ゴリゴリ🦍"
"おひるねめーかー🔅"
"おにいさんといっしょ" | ※ M/F* only
"推しぴすきすきメーカー" | ※ M/F* only, no skintone options
"２人ジュースの底"
"なさや式CPメーカー" | ※ M/F* only, but enough customisation to work with (if you have a height difference)
"百合メーカー" | ※ F/F* only
"ふたごちゃんメーカー"
"もちもちめーかー"
"ギュっと手をつなぐ" | ※ no skintone options
"自カプの顔がいいからみて" | ※ M/F* only, no skintone options
"Shall we dance?"
"유령메이커"
"おふたりさん！メーカー"
"이제 알겠다"
"Lamb 더블 픽크루"
"Aci's Couple Maker カップルメーカー"
"담요쿵야"
"男女カップルメーカー"
"ハグ"
"Ina's Couple Creator"
"1027happybirthday"
"よしよしで世界を救え" | ※ no skintone options
"곰돌이랑와악"
"キミに キス" | ※ no skintone options
"볼 빨아먹는 픽크루"
"gay frog"
"向き合う二人" | ※ no skintone options
"Couple Kiss Generator (キスメーカー)" | ※ M/F* only
"couple"
"어떻게 메이커"
"HORONG 2Cut Picrew" | ※ blood warning
"과몰입러등장"
"ちゅーするひとたち" | ※ no skintone options
"みにこっぴ"
"二人oc" | ※ no skintone options
"omochi" | ※ no skintone options
"2배로 귀엽다"
"Marry me!"
"ali's mahou buddies maker"
"頬キスメーカー"
"なかよしメイカー" | ※ no skintone options
"キスクリエーター" | ※ M/F* only
"青春はお前が作るんだよ！"
"おれのわたしのめーかー" | ※ no skintone options
"きゅう式抱っこメーカー" | ※ no skintone options
"俺好みCPメーカー" | ※ M/M* only
"밥그릇 커플" | ※ no skintone options
"ゆうとメーカー" | ※ no skintone options
"見つめ愛メーカー" | ※ M/M* only
"エルネアカップルメーカー" | ※ M/F* only
* obviously body type =/= gender so i apologise for the generalisation, but i prefer to warn when makers aren't customisable in that regard! some are easier to work with than others.
also note: there are some "couple picrews" which depict an adult and a child together, so i have left them out of this list for obvious reasons. i have also left out makers that are meant to be specific people/characters.
I hope these keep you guys busy for a while, enjoy! ^^
I'll try my best to update this list if I find more, so feel free to check back later! ♡
If I had a nickel every time I shipped a pairing where one is a bi american chick who's poor and brutish while the other is a gay british chick who's rich and self-reserved, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
day 1 at the communal puzzle club: i see a puzzle with a sign next to it that says "please help with our communal puzzle" and i say to myself "don't mind if I do" and did the whole thing
day 2 at the communal puzzle club: i get gently reprimanded for not sharing the puzzle experience with the others. in my defense I thought they needed all the help they could get
day 3 at the communal puzzle club: we start a new puzzle and i put one of the pieces in my pocket and save it for later so i can be the one who puts in the last piece
day 4 at the communal puzzle club: the puzzle is almost complete so i reach into my pocket and realize i left the last piece in my other pants which are currently in the washing machine. i feign ignorance
day 5 at the communal puzzle club: the others are suspicious but they have no proof. they check my pockets before i leave but little do they know that this time i ate the pieces
day 6 at the communal puzzle club: i put an entire bottle of miralax in my coffee to get the pieces out of my digestive system but they are too far dissolved to be usable. my stomach is in so much pain and i can't stop shitting but i rinse off what's left of the pieces and make it to puzzle club anyway, only to find out they don't meet on mondays. i am inconsolable.
day 7 at the communal puzzle club: i realized those pieces are incriminating evidence so i slipped them in someone else's pocket. i should be good as long as they don't find residual traces of my dna
day 9 at the communal puzzle club: i am in such deep focus that the others are starting to fear me. either that or they are cowering away from the communal puzzle out of sheer respect for my skills
day 10 at the communal puzzle club: i'm getting better and better, i can now do several puzzles in one day. the others are discussing what to do about me in hushed tones. little do they know my laser focus allows me to hear everything they say. they aren't a threat.
day 11 at the communal puzzle club: the club manager unlocked the door but already i am inside. ive been here all night doing puzzles in the dark. they threaten to ban me from the club so in response i pick a 500 piece puzzle at random and complete it in under 45 minutes, just to show them who the real authority is
day 12 at the communal puzzle club: i have been officially banned from the communal puzzle club. in a fit of rage i grab as many pieces as i can and eat them, making sure to thoroughly chew and swallow every single one. if i can't do them, no one can.
day 13 at the communal puzzle club: it's monday again. the club doesn't meet today. it's the perfect opportunity to break in and do as many puzzles as my heart desires, without any of the club's petty drama to distract me
day 14 at the communal puzzle club: i am in jail because the club manager snitched to the cops like the pathetic weakling they are. this is the worst night of my entire life there aren't any puzzles here
day 15 at the communal puzzle club: the judge let me off with a restraining order since I didn't actually steal anything. i show back up to communal puzzle club just to make a show of ripping the order to shreds. no piece of paper will dictate my life, only jigsaw-cut cardboard has that power. nothing else.
day 16 at the communal puzzle club: everyone is so quiet today when I walk in. I eat some pieces in a show of force, just to remind everyone who's in charge. I comment that they taste somewhat like strychnine, they say it's just because Ravensburger has a new method of chemically processing their pieces. sounds plausible. 30 minutes later i am convulsing violently but i beg them not to call an ambulance until i finish the puzzle i was working on. but the bastards don't listen and I'm shipped off to the hospital kicking and screaming.
day 17 at the communal puzzle club: i spent the night in the hospital. a detective comes in and says they're investigating the manager of the communal puzzle club for attempted murder and asks what i know. i tell him honestly that i ain't no snitch and spit in his face. he says they have more than enough evidence to prosecute regardless.
day 18 at the communal puzzle club: the club manager is on trial for attempted murder and i am called as a witness. i tell the judge that i ain't no snitch and spit in his face. i am held in contempt of the court
day 19 at the communal puzzle club: the defense makes a plea of justifiable self defense, citing the restraining order that isn't even 1 week old. somehow the judge buys that flimsy defense. i mean, this is the same judge who didn't even recognize me from that same case despite being the same judge. i think the poor old man has dementia so i make a motion for a mistrial. it gets shot down because the system is corrupt.
day 20 at the communal puzzle club: the judge says i should get jail time but he decided i should be in a mental facility instead. i don't know why he would think that, i have been nothing but sane my entire life. god forbid a woman have hobbies
day 4 in the psych ward: i need to find those missing pieces i need to find them i need to find them i have been questioning everybody all the nurses all the doctors all the patients all the miscellaneous hospital staff but nobody knows anything. this is hopeless. i will never be able to overcome this trauma. my life is over
day 5 in the psych ward: it's so boring in here. without complete puzzles there's nothing to do except watch tv but the only channel they get is the local news. i begrudgingly watch out of nothing but all-encompassing ennui. but one of the stories is about the communal puzzle club and suddenly i am overcome with nostalgia. turns out there was a series of alleged poisonings attributed to that location. strychnine was found in three people so far, one of whom was myself. but the others didn't survive. this confirms my suspicion that i am in fact the chosen one
day 6 in the psych ward: with a renewed sense of purpose i will attempt to convince the doctors of my "sanity," but i also came to the realization that they don't care about sanity, they only care about sedation. they want to supress my passion, eradicate my truth, condition me to fall in line with the rest of the "sane" people. with that knowledge, i was able to tell them everything they wanted to hear. i acted polite, pretended i was cured, i even feigned complete disinterest in puzzles! it made my stomach boil but i did it, i convinced them, and just like that, i was free.
day 28 at the communal puzzle club: i don't know why everyone was so surprised to see me again, it's only natural that i'd come to finish what i started
(i know this is supposed to be day 27 at the communal puzzle club but day 27 was a monday so nothing happened) like what am i gonna say, "day 27 i sat alone in my studio apartment eating cereal and biding my time"
day 29 at the communal puzzle club: the communal puzzle club has been disbanded, the club manager has been arrested, and the whole place is swarming with cops. i watched as they hauled off a bunch of expensive looking printers and like a billion reams of paper and loaded them onto a big police truck.
apparently, the communal puzzle club was just a front for document forgery and counterfeit cash, and i had been inadvertently sabotaging them this entire time. which is sad because i support both of those things. but it also explains why they met 12 hours a day, 6 days a week and why they had their own building despite having no profit model and also why i was the only one who seemed to actually care about the puzzles. everyone else was too busy making fake passports to care.
in hindsight, i always knew they were all a bunch of casuals. but i didn't mind because they had so many excellent puzzles. I asked one of the officers if i could at least have the puzzles but he said they were already taken and locked away in the evidence room. the thought sickens me- all those puzzles, gathering dust, never to be assembled again. or maybe the pigs just took them for themselves! so they could have all the puzzles they want while the rest of us ordinary, law-abiding citizens have nothing to do except die of boredom!
the moral of the story is that we can never have nice things because of the fucking pigs. fuck the police.
my local library was having a puzzle swap and there was a puzzle with a sign next to it that said "please help with our communal puzzle" and i thought "wouldn't it be funny if i did the entire thing by myself" and then i did the entire thing by myself while rolling that thought around in my brain and as it rolled it started picking up all the various mold spores and fungus i keep up there. like a katamari
My library also has a communal puzzle club. Like no joke we do because it's a tiny tiny town.
There's an unwritten rule that you never do all or half of it yourself because many of the older people in the community love putting them together and they are slower because of shaky hands and eyesight.
My sister, a young preteen, didn't know that and did the rest of a halfway done puzzle because she loves puzzles.
We have now bought her her own puzzles so she won't do too much of theirs
In light of the, choice, s2 finale, a hazbin hotel rewrite, there will be 16 eps and some may change but what I have for now. I am trying to keep somewhat to the og plot (heaven stuff will come up) largely for the challenge as if I had it my way heaven wouldn’t be a plot point in the way it is in the og. But this has been fun
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